Conversation with My Accountant
I phoned my accountant this morning.
Me: Hello Rupert, It's Nigel here.
Rupert: Hi Nig, what can I do for you?
Me: You know that rather clever tax-avoidance scheme you devised for me, allowing me to channel zillions of squid tax-free to the Galapagos Islands?
Rupert: Yah, damned clever, isn't it?
Me: Yes. But you can knock it on the head now. Osborne - you know, the oik who went to Westminster - has cut the top rate to 45p. So I no longer need your services. From now on I'm going to pay my tax.
Rupert: Hah, Hah. Good one Nig, for a moment I almost believed you...